Rent a room, an Uber ride, buy a ticket, get your clothes cleaned and dried
One needs a credit card Clyde, so I applied only to be denied
Asking how this could be the voice on the phone asked me for my identity
Driver's license, social security soon it was confirmed with surety
Why Fred I said, over the line a voice read, so sorry to inform you sir you are dead
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: August 6th, 2026 01:43
- Comment from author about the poem: It really did happen at a Home Depot store some years ago
- Category: Unclassified
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- In collections: Humor.
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Comments1
Good write SB.
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